Kiss me before I wake
Before my eyes see the day
Want to feel the last moment
Of the night’s fervour wind
Not ready to see morning break
With its golden bouquet
I’m still lost in the enchantment
Of your dark spell. I’m pinned,
Tied to this last desire keepsake
So, before passion is taken away
In the cold heat of day, take this moment
Kiss me, and hold fast our nights ardent wind